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I’ve wanted to pen a poem about my mother and post it on Mother’s Day to celebrate her love and doting on us, her offspring. But due to what happened, sadly I’ve set aside the idea for a while, and wait for my health to cope up. But setting it aside doesn’t mean I’m taking it for granted, my appreciation and gratitude for my mother. I’ve greeted my mother on Mother’s Day, and I saw her smile the purest smile ever. But I know words are never enough to outweigh such tremendous, fathomless love. But it is my relief that somehow there’s a way to let my mother know how much she’s loved by us her children.

Although the following poem evolved from a specific scene, yet it was written from an angle wherein I depict the ceaseless affection and care of a mother.

Hoping that it’s not yet too late, I’m posting this poem now to celebrate the special day of all mothers from all over the world. To you all, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

My Watcher

Curled up in early morn

on a narrow upholstery

Soundless breath,

Sleeping still;

A local paper surging

atop the chest.

Streaks of furrow

on that calm visage,

Such gallant repository

of all those years.

I look at them wrinkles

abated, not gone, for now

Just last night they show

Sheer worries,

which then vanished not furtively.

I look at her sleeping

from last night’s weariness,

Admiring wordlessly

such maternal love,

such doting on me.

I turn down the audio,

turn my face away from HBO;

And that oblique firing of rain,

quiesced by my ears.

From my roller bed

in this aesculapian room

I glance at her, my watcher.

For all those times

I didn’t stand up for her

Still here she is,

looking after me.

Photograph by Magpie-Moon . Please CLICK HERE to visit the owner's page. Thanks!


    Such beautiful words, for such a special person. A mother's love is unconditional
    as I have found out from being a mother myself
    and also from my dear late mum who was fantastic.
    Take care, lovely to see you're writing again.

    septembermom said...
    Thank you for this beautiful post! You have such a gift with words. I love how you craft a poem with such care and emotion. Love the picture too. So glad that you are recovering well:)
    Diya said...
    Wow the feeling is so nice :)
    Written from the hospital bed where she was their to keep watch over you? :)
    Anonymous said...
    great poem does some justice to motherhood and the relationship most people have with their mothers
    Creativity!! said...
    Fantastic Poem :) Its really heart touching :) Thanks for dropping by & for following my blog :)
    droL said...
    hello, guys!

    again thank you so much for all your prayers.

    i did not write this poem during my stay at the hospital, but when i've seen my mother sleeping on that couch i felt so guilty for not showing the same love she's making me feel.

    i felt so bad for being selfish sometimes, and for ignoring the things that mattered to her most.

    i wanted to capture that emotion right there, and so i put them into writing hoping this way i would somehow cherish her being my mother.


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